""No one,he said more quietly. They showed him going down the hill, they showed the cliff, they showed him banging on the car door, trying to open it.
Not until he knew how it all came out. When Annie came back he was going to ask her for a nice cold glass of water, and when she leaned over to give it to him he was going to plunge the knife into her throat. The first sweep of the axe did no more than knock the wind from him — this was really what he thought until he landed on the carpet smelling his own blood. Again and again he saw her flying across the room, again and again he saw her bringing her fist down on the remains of his knee with all the force of an angry drunk hammering on an oak bar, again and again he was swallowed in that terrible blue-white nova of pain.
"He looked into the carton, trying to calculate how many of the sample boxes he might be able to take without her realizing a little mouse named Paul Sheldon had been nibbling away at the supply. " He saw she was barely listening.
It would have been good to spit that bitter taste out, but he knew better than to do it. Shell have packages, his mind gibbered, the typewriter paper, maybe a few other things as well, and shell be careful coming up the walk because of the ice, youre in here now, the worst is over, theres time, still time.